MAURO SAMBOHe realised the wind was pushing them..

The memory, the place, being there and searching through memory, in your teenager memory, in the memory of an adolescent who would pass by Longarone when going to Calalzo by train, end of journey for the rest of the Cadore. Finding the dam before your eyes, intact and strong, turning your head and seeing the wound in the mountain, feeling fragility where it was not supposed to be, the mountain (this mountain) is like an old wounded lion, still grand, you cannot pull back the feeling of dismay in realising your dreams and beliefs are crumbling like this mountain. You have always seen mountains as a symbol of strength, of changelessness and beauty; in front of the mount Toc all sways, you feel time passing by and its relentless weight.

Venice, 1952. He worked often at the boundary of sculpture and performance, vIdeo and music. Among its most relevant activities we mention its participation to the 44th Venice Biennale in the “Aperto 90” section.